“Say, kindly translate,” begged Blake in a weak voice as he pretended to support himself against Jack. “What does all this mean, anyhow?”
“It’s got me going,” admitted Phil.
“Let me sit down—then please tell it all over again,” pleaded Jack. “Now proceed,” and he took a seat beside Mrs. Bonnell.
Gradually the girls gave a connected story of their trip that afternoon, including their meeting with the man of the old mill.
“And to cap the climax,” finished Natalie, “you boys meet us and say your camp has been looted—is that the proper word?”
“We’ll permit you to use it semi-occasionally,” said Blake, “though I think it is taboo in Camp Fire Girls’ rules.”
“Well, anyhow, let’s go over and see what we can find in the boys’ camp,” suggested Marie.
“After what you have gone through with to-day you can accomplish anything,” declared Blake. “To think of you finding the Gypsy camp at Bear Pond, when, all the while, we had a notion that it was at Mt. Harry.”
“And we’ve been trying to locate it there,” added Phil.
“We know it,” laughed Marie. “That’s why we didn’t tell you where we were going. We wanted to surprise you.”